Sunday, June 9, 2013

Wanna know where I've been lately? For class, I wrote a paper on the recent adventures/field trip taken with my class. Enjoy. Please note: sarcastic comments and true feelings about the trip are italicized.

After spending weeks
in the classroom learning about rocks, caves, and water (and other exciting
topics) it was time to set out on the highly anticipated all day GEO-100 field
trip. (This didn't need to be all day. Some of us have jobs.) Our first stop after a quick half
hour drive (that seemed like an eternity, but thanks to driving with our lab groups, the day wasn't as bad as it could have been) was the stop to the English-Sulphur exit ( I kid you not. Literally on the SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY. I thought that we had missed the stop and needed a place to turn around.) where the group spent the
morning looking and “digging” for fossils that were over 300 million years old (What that really should translate to is pretending to find rocks, get bored after about ten minutes looking, decide to have a competition of who can get a rock closest to the goal, or throwing rocks from a cliff . Your's truly was not involved. I just watched.) When we pulled in to the exit, I was not prepared
for the search of fossils on the side of the highway. (No really, I wasn't.) While the brief hike was
filled with trees, and rocks, the climb was well worth it. It was a great
experience to get hands on with Mother Earth and find my own fossils. (That I don't know what to do with). Finding
fossils takes a lot of work, but to find fossils that were over 300 million
years old made the experience worth it, (taking fossils that old should be illegal.) and made me pay attention to what I was
looking for (Or thinking about my PFM prepared lunch.) Leaving with a nice size bag of red sand stones, and fossils, it
was time to get back into the car where it was off to part two of the day;
Hemlock Cliffs. (Oh boy. More climbing. I wore the wrong pair of shoes.)

(Insert yet another long drive farther from civilization.) The first glances of Hemlock cliffs
were absolutely breathtaking.(This part was true.) Everything was so green and vibrant. I had been
told that there was a waterfall somewhere down in the forest, but there was a
good chance we wouldn’t be seeing it. It made me that much more determined to
find this spoken of waterfall. Following the sounds of running water, I would
stumble upon the site of the waterfall where I was greeted by boulders that
made me think I wasn’t getting close with Mother Nature. I climbed (slipped down) the boulders
and found myself standing under the waterfall with my hands cupped waiting to
drink the water from it. (The highlight of the day,and something that you would see in an early 2000's Jessica Simpson romantic music video with now ex-husband Nick Lachey.) My peers had told me that the water was safe to drink, so I
trusted them. It was some of the best water I have
tasted; it was cold, clean tasting, (or so I thought) and refreshing. The waterfall and the
subsequent hike was my favorite part of the day. (Partial lie. The hike? MISERABLE) The hike was strenuous, but
invigorating.(Strenuous for a girl who doesn't hike, is allergic to trees, plants, pollen, grass, and didn't want to get her shoes dirty. At one point during the hike, I was with one half of my group, while the other half? No sight or sounds from them. My professor eventually caught up with my group and finished the hike, where at one point I heard one of my peers ask, if the waterfall water safe to drink. His answer? Ehhhh, I wouldn't personally drink it because it hasn't been filtered, but it won't kill you to taste it. Following the hike, it was time to devour my well earned PFM sandwich accompanied by enough snacks to last me a week. My professor had told us that there were picnic tables at the site. Negative. Instead, with half of my class still missing, we roughed it, and used the ground as our table.This is where I became friends with tick one and tick two. With less than 10 minutes to spare before leaving for final the main reason of the stop day, the other half emerged from the woods.)

(Again, insert another 30 minute drive of four hot, sweaty, and exhausted people; at one point I saw a sign that read 48 miles to Louisville) It was time for the main event of
the day (At this point I could have been back in civilization, earning dollars and hours at the PFM) and the reason of our trip; Marengo Cave. It had been a while since I
had been to a cave, so I was looking forward to this part of the day. (Because I could see the finish line of the day). Plus, I
was informed that the cave was a chilly 52° inside, and after the strenuous 1.2
mile hike, the coolness was a much needed relief. It was an added bonus that Sarah, alum
of IUS was our tour guide. Once down 15 feet below the surface, (and no cell phone reception to be had) we were started
our Crystal Palace tour that greeted us with millions of formations of
stalagmites and stalactites. (I had to get some sort of scientific term in the paper.) Throughout the cave, there were two “attractions”
that I enjoyed. (One because I really did enjoy it, the other, sounded like I really paid attention. The first was the mirrored lake illusion. It made you think
that the water was twice as deep as you thought. (I'm tired, hot, and not in the mood to play mind games) The other was when Sarah
turned out all the lights to show how Orris and Blanche (Blanche? She's one of my favorite Golden Girls) founded the cave; in
total darkness. No screens of cell phones, no flashlights, nothing. (Okay, fine, maybe that was kinda sorta cool.) Sarah had
lit a candle to show just the tiniest of light. When the tour was over, it felt
like it had just started. I would love to go back and spend the day there and
do some of the other tours.(Insert exaggerated eye roll here. That's about the last thing I want to do on an off day. Just someone get me back to civilization and cell phone reception.)

Overall, the field trip(s) were a
great experience.(Compared to sitting in a basement with no windows identifying rocks and fossils.) I found great enjoyment of getting to do hand on things, and
spending time with my classmates outside of my lab group. (Almost finished with the class, and still don't know the majority of names.) I also really enjoyed
getting to see different parts of the state that I haven’t seen before. (Because we all know about Sara's two mile radius) This
field trip was something unique, different, and fun. (Insert the awkward sentence closer here.)

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Where exactly have I been since the big announcement you ask? Incredibly BUSY. I thought Summer 2012 was busy, but in Summer 2013 busy took on an entirely new meaning. This blog is going to have to hold you over until June 20th, because I kid you not, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesdays, I leave my house around 7:50-8:00 AM and do not arrive home until 7:00-7:07 that night. I've started Summer school that meets four days a week, three hours a day from 9:00-12:00 studying about ROCKS and MINERALS and immediately head straight to the market for a full days work. Typing that makes me exhausted, but the good side to those long days? It has made these last two weeks of school fly by, leaving me with only four more week of school. But Sara, thats only Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday; can't you blog the other days? Thursdays are my days off from the market, and even Thursday afternoons are filled with appointments or studying. I also work Friday and Saturday mornings. By the time Sundays roll around, I'm exhausted from the previous week. Did I mention on top of school, I'm averaging about 36-37 hours a week at my home away from home? There are days that I feel like I got hit by a bus.

So what I'm asking of you, to please understand that I can't make blogging my priority right now. But please look forward to reading all the ridiculous stories that are being stored in my noggin to be told come June 20ish.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Greetings Humans! My favorite Aunt
Sara invited me to be her first ever guest blogger on this so-called blog of
hers. While my Aunt Sara won’t know what I am until I arrive in to this world,
she wanted me to be the first to announce that I’ll be making a grand arrival
somewhere around her 25th birthday! We all know how much she
hates change, but from the day she found out I was coming, she hasn’t been able
to stop squealing. You should hear how my soon to be parents told her I’ll be
joining her family in a matter of months.

Being the Rainman she is, she remembers the moment clearly. It was one
of those cold, rainy, just nasty lazy Sundays. My Yanks was so gracious and
invited my mom and dad over to their house for a quick Sunday night dinner that
included pork, green beans, and other delicious side dishes. When my parents
arrived at my second home, Aunt Sara was upstairs in her room studying for a
highly anticipated biology test. She had heard us arrive, and figured she might
as well be social and make an appearance. And then she saw the adorable
gender-neutral striped bag that she would soon never forget. “Who’s that bag for? Me?” Just kidding
she thought. And then my mother replied, “Yea,
actually it is for you…” Aunt Sara never gets anything during the week.
Maybe my parents saw something that just screamed her name. For her, this was
slightly unusual. “You can go ahead and
open it.” Maybe it was yet another Hard Rock Café T-Shirt. But they hadn’t
gone anywhere. Aunt Sara was straight up confused.

Earlier
in the day, my Yanks had asked Sara if she was going to fix her hair. What did
it matter what my aunt looked like? My mom had seen Sara at her worst, and with
my Dad joining us on family trips; he too had seen what Sara had looked like at
the crack of dawn.

Back
to the opening of this very special Saturday present. The bag seemed to be very
light, but again, cotton t-shirt should be. As Sara began to pull out the
tissue paper from the bag, she noticed that this article of clothing was rather
small, and on this now teeny tiny “t-shirt” Sara saw a red, felt letter “I”
that would begin a sentence that has taken her squealing to a new level. As she
began to unravel the package some more, she continued to read, “Love My Aunt
Sara”. Amidst the complete chaos going on in her already busy brain, out of the
corner of her eye, she saw Yanks capturing this wonderful news with her camera.
So that’s why she had her fix her
hair!?!? I hear the pictures are priceless. Once the package was completely
unwrapped, she already knew what was coming. Sara is finally becoming an
Aunt.My mom and Dad weren’t sure if
Sara had grasped the idea of the onesie. As a matter of fact, Sara’s first
words weren’t Congratulations, or I’m so excited, they were, “Am I being
Punk’d? I’m just waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out and Punk me.” Following
a good five minutes of handshaking and speechless blank stares, it was time to
sit down to enjoy what Sara thought would be just a casual and quick Sunday
night dinner.

Words
cannot describe the excitement that I have for the newest addition to the
family. As the great philosopher Winnie The Pooh once said, “A grand adventure is about to begin.”

Monday, April 29, 2013

As the Robert Brault quote reads, "Enjoy the little things in life... for one day you'll look back and realize they were the big things." I recently came across a book titled 14,000 Things to be Happy About. I decided to venture to Amazon.com and see if I really wanted the book. I figured I would take a look at the three pages they allow you to preview. 475 pages later, I didn't need to purchase it. Scrolling through almost 14,000 ideas, the idea of this posting came to me. Sit back, relax, and smile at some of life's greatest forgotten pleasures.

Laughing out loud. Birthday celebrations. Incurable enthusiam. T-shirts and jeans. Homemade soups. Living a long, long time. Hearing good news for a change. Waking up to a white Christmas. Poems by e.e. Cummings. Sunday naps. House guests. Full tanks of gas. L.L. Bean Totes. Watching Thunderstorms. Decorated Christmas Trees. UPS packages. A good long hard cry. Basketball. Downloading music. Sailing on Lake Michigan. Part of you being a child. (Because we all know how over rated adulthood is) My personal favorite: Helpful hint books. Kids: a very sweet lesson in enjoying life. A long hug when you really need it. Finding leftovers. A mothers love. Rereading letters with the words you need to hear again. That incredibly rare Saturday off from the market. Fresh clean sheets. Rainy Sundays. Being young at heart. The sound of the cork popping off a bottle. Being waited on hand and foot. U-S-A Chants at Sporting events. Car dancing. Baking treats for work when no one expects it. Fully charged electronics. Making a wish. Running hugs. Realizing how lucky you are.

That stand between myself and a glorious 12 day vacation before I head back to Summer school where it's three hours four days a week for six weeks studying about rocks. #SNOOZEFEST

I guess what I'm trying to say here is, that if you can bear with me through these final two weeks of seeing just how much work my professors can pile on myself and my peers, I should be able to find some time between my break and DERBY/HALF BIRTHDAY (and yes they do fall on the same day! Plan accordingly) to blog about the ridiculousness of my so called life.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Before I begin, I apologize that this is my third basketball post in a row. This is something I plan to look back on for many years, since I took a phone call the last two seconds of the game. Basketball season is officially now over. Normal blogging may now resume.

January 2nd: The UofL Football Team beats University of Florida in Allstate The Sugar Bowl

February 24th: Louisville native Jennifer Lawrence wins Best Actress In A Leading Role at the 85th Academy Awards

March 16th: UofL Wins Final Big East Tournament

March 17th: UofL Earns Number 1 Overall Seed in NCAA Tournament

March 31st: UofL Women's Basketball Team beats Number 1 Seeded Baylor to earn a spot in the Elite 8

April 1st: Rick Pitino is elected into Basketball Hall of Fame

April 2nd: UofL Women Beat University of Tennessee to play in Final Four

April 3rd: Son Richard Pitino accepts University of Minnesota Mens Basketball Coaching Job

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

This was not what I wanted to see what happen after UL successfully went Duck Hunting and sent the University of Oregon Men's Basketball back home after beating them in the Sweet Sixteen and earned a spot in the Elite 8.

We had lost to Duke back in November during the final game of the Battle For Atlantis tournament during Thanksgiving. Honestly, we could have won had UL not lost one of their star players, Gorgui Dieng to a broken wrist. Following the loss, Rick Pitino told the team, "Don't worry guys. We're going to see them in March. We're going to have Gorgui back, and we're going to beat them." At least Rick was trying to be optimistic.

Fast forward to Easter Sunday, where those words came true. I kept telling myself all weekend that we have what we didn't have in November. Gorgui. He was a key player in this tournament.

With my Easter dress returned to my closet, I slipped on my lucky sweatpants and shirt where it was time to once again cheer on my beloved Cardinals in what I thought would be a game of seeing just how long Duke would be kind enough to not run up the score.

We had decided that maybe it was best if we watched some of the game on mute. We wouldn't have to deal with the commentary and the screaming of thirty thousand some odd fans.

Repeating what their coach told them back in November, UL stormed the court and did work.

Again, with the T.V. on mute, I looked away for a second and then saw one of the saddest pictures I have ever seen.

With 6:21 minutes left to play in the first half, and Louisville up against Duke, the inevitable happened. I'll spare you with the details, because we have all seen it.

Kevin's first words to Rick?

In an exclusive ESPN interview, Kevin said, "I honestly didn't feel pain, I felt shock, I have never felt anything like that in my entire life."

Following the horrific scene, I immediately turned to Twitter only to see my time line filled with tweets like this:

After witnessing what many are saying the worst sports injury they have ever witnessed and both teams in tears, UL somehow managed to get back on the court and play like they have never played before. If they could just get to halftime and get an update on Kevin, maybe they could pull this game off.

Rick talked to the players, and following what probably what was the most inspirational halftime speech any coach has given, Rick sent the team back on the court with more than 12 minutes left in halftime. He didn't want the team sitting there thinking about Kevin. He wanted them back on the court warming up for what would be an emotional and inspirational second half.

At one point during the game, the top five trending hash tags were about Louisville, or Kevin Ware.

I would have loved to know what Rick said to them, because Louisville somehow managed to pull away from Duke, and won the game for Kevin. Towards the end of the second half when they had realized that they had earned the final spot in the Final Four, Kevin's best friend Chane Behanhan slipped on one of Kevin's extra #5 jersey's honoring their injured player.

During the post game presentation of the trophy to the team and the announcement of the All Midwest team, Rick took over the microphone and asked that the arena stop what they were doing and chant Kevin for two solid minutes.

Kevin would go on to have surgery Sunday night fixing his injury at the local hospital two minutes away, where Indianapolis 500 injuries are taken.

Rick Pitino stayed the night in Indianapolis with his son Richard Pitino (former UL assistant coach, now head coach at Florida International University University of Minnesota ) where Rick checked in on Kevin and took him the Regional Championship t-shirt and hat. And oh yea, he let Kevin keep guard of the trophy.

The surgery was Sunday night. This picture was tweeted MONDAY MORNING:

Literally less than 24 hours after the horrific scene, he was up, on crutches, and attempting to walk.

Following the successful two hour surgery, medical professionals have said that he could be back on the court in SIX MONTHS. I have no doubt he could be back and ready to go. As Kevin said, "This is a minor setback for a major comeback."

Monday morning on Twitter arrived, and Kevin was still the talk of the nation, and even John Calipari sent his words of encouragement.

Kevin's injury managed to land headlines on Good Morning America, World News Tonight With Diane Sawyer and many other national media outlets including the highly coveted cover Sports Illustrated.

The words for this cover are just priceless.

Per the doctors that worked on Kevin said that if they were pleased with their work, and everything seemed to be okay, Kevin would be released to return home to the team Tuesday afternoon. And he did exactly just that.

With the NCAA regional trophy in hand, Kevin returned home to Louisville, where he made his first stop at UL's practice facility to be reunited with the team as they began practice for their Final Four game against the Cinderella/Number 9 seeded Witchata State.

This is just one of about twenty pictures taken on Instagram with him and his teammates.

Sorry for the posting of pictures, but there is no other way to tell the story of America's team. And just because I'm on a picture roll, I'll leave you with one that when I first saw it, I shed a little tear.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Dick Vitale sure knows how to label some of college basketballs best. Three solid weeks of basketball. I can hear it now; the squeaking of the shoes, the infamous NCAA theme song, the swoosh of the ball going into the basket, the screaming of the excited fans, the sounding of the obnoxiously loud buzzer, and my personal favorite, Luther Vandross's version of One Shining Moment being played as the teary eyed fans watch some of the best highlights from the tournament while realizing we wont be seeing any sign of basketball life until October. #meh.

In case you live under a rock, the University of Louisville Cardinals miracously came down from a 16 point deficit, and managed to win the last Big East title ever, and also managing to earn them the number one OVERALL seed for March Madness.

I can't believe I have these two teams as my Championship game. The team that I will love until the end of time, and my alma mater. To some degree I really hope I'm wrong.

But theses people agree with me:

Digger Phelps Should Lose His Job...

PETE THAMEL Even Picked Us? WHAT?

You have no idea how nervous this makes me. I mean yea, I know we're good and all, but out of all these people, only FOUR picked us to loose? It would be great to go from a Number 2 preseason pick to National Champions.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Well, well, well... It looks like I've gathered enough ridiculous and useless information to compose a blog for your liking. I should warn you, this is kinda sorta a long post filled with pictures.

The first and foremost important part of this blog is this:

Crying.

For those of you who are new to this blog, don't pay attention, or I haven't mentioned it, I cannot sit through movies. I don't have that kind of attention span. Because of this ongoing problem, I have missedout chosen not to watch some of the must see movies of the last decade. Included in that list? The Ryan Gosling, Rachel McAdams romantic drama The Notebook. Apparently it's some classic love story that makes every girl bawl like a baby and doesn't get old every time you watch it. When I talk to the girls at work about it, and customers who join in on the conversation (mainly the carpool moms) even say, "What?! You're a teenage girl (NO) and you haven't seen it before? You need to watch it." Whatever. I'm not a fan of Ryan, and I don't do sappy love stories. Monday, I was in a foul mood. I mean foul. I didn't want to go to class, and just wasn't in the mood to be nice. You're probably thinking, Charming, delightful Sara? In a foul mood? How could she? Just ask Mom and Dad. I ended up going to class anyway, and after what seemed like an eternity, the school/work day was over and headed home for the night to watch my beloved #8th ranked team in the country UL basketball team take on the 'nastynatti Cincinnati Bearcats. Don't worry, we won. At 10:00 I headed to bed for the night which is a miracle considering I'm usually getting ready to eat my second dinner for the night. I needed to end this day, and hopefully wake up with a new attitude. The clock on my computer ticked tocked away minute by minute, where next thing I knew it was 12:45 AM. Can't fall asleep? I'll pop in this movie that everyone is telling me I need to watch. Oh. My. Gosh. Watching The Notebook Monday night/Tuesday morning is EXACTLY what I needed. Not even an hour into the movie, I was crying, and at the end, tears were streaming down my face. That's how good the movie is. Yes, I was sleep deprived Tuesday seeing I didn't fall asleep until 3:45, but even Mom said, while I don't like hearing what time you went to bed, I'm glad you were productive and watched it. I could have saved you this too long of a story and said if you need a good cry, watch The Notebook. Seriously, you won't regret it. Noah/Ryan= Smokin' sweet heart. Couldn't have said it better.

We all remember hearing/reading about the miserable season of the UK football team. Well, that was until the #StoopsTroops took effect, and as of last night, 30,000 some odd tickets have been sold to this years Spring Scrimmage. The 2012 Spring game attendance? 4,000. The UK athletic department is reporting that this could be one of the top 10 spring game attendances in the nation. #Winning.

As long as we are on the subject of UK athletics, UK lost it's best basketball player Freshman Nerlens Noel with this play against University of Florida. Verdict: ACL tear. I wish you could have seen my Twitter feed that night. WARNING: this picture is gruesomely painful.

Ouch.

I don't know what has gotten into me with my blog organization, but here I am talking about athletics, and my next blurb is about March Madness. Way to go Sara! No more #SaraSegwaysforme. Ladies and gentlemen, the month of March is upon us, which brings us Spring Break, the first day of spring, and that sporting event we like to call MARCH MADNESS. THREEish SOLID WEEKS of my favorite sport college basketball. There's something about hearing the squeaks of shoes on the court, watching games smack dab in the middle of the day, and the grand finale of them all: Luther Vandross's tear jerking rendition of One Shining Moment. UofL has had an exceptional year, and some reports are saying that we could be a dark horse number one seed. It would be great to have that label, but I would be happier with maybe a two or three seed. I don't like being a target like that. UK? Moving on. One of the great things that UL came out with last year, is their infra red/traffic cone orange post season uniforms. They were something special, and even lucky. This year? What are we? Bottom of the food chain? We don't deserve what you are about to view.

Come Back Infra Red. I Miss You.

Daylight Savings Time ends this weekend, and to most people that means we loose an hour of sleep; but to me, that means one thing; the market will begin staying open until 7:00 until 2014. I'll just go ahead and put the word out there, if you want to make plans with me, please let me know a week in advance so I can plan accordingly.

Spring Break cannot come fast enough. Almost all of the schools around the state are next week. Mine?TWO WEEKS later. I told the market I could work anytime during the week, but there is one day that I am taking for myself. Oooooo, a whole day off! What are you going to do? Sleep? Read? Watch Movies? Shop? No. Appointments for dayyyyysssss. This whole being a responsible adult thing is for the birds.

Catherine Middleon has made her baby bump debut, and needless to say, she is still absolutely stunning, and even rocking heels five months into her pregnancy. In Royal Family tradition, the expecting parents are to keep mum on the sex of the pending arrival, and once the new arrival has come into this world, Buckingham Palace will place a note on the gate with all of the juicy deets. I'm guessing Catherine didn't get that message, because while out on one of her many appearances and accepting baby gifts, she said to a well wisher, "Thank you, I will take that for my d..." "'For my baby." The well wisher conversing with her totes busted her, and went on to say, "You were going to say daughter, weren't you?" I'm gonna go ahead and say that come mid July we will have our selves a miniature Catherine. And she will be stunning, lucky, loved, be a proud daughter to the man of my dreams, and future Queen of England.

Luke Russert needs to find him self some air time, because another competitor of his is slowly making his way up to the top of my stud muffin list. Luke, go ahead ahead and consider this your first warning.

His Holiness The Dali Lama is coming to the Derby City for three days of speaking engagements, and one of them, he his speaking at the basketball stadium. Yea, that's probably not the holiest of places, but his team released so many thousands of tickets, and the best brother in law in the world scored me one. #Bucketlist.

We all remember the documentation of my miserable life changing journey towards Mini Marathon greatness. After running the mini, running became almost a daily activity in my life? Stressed? Run. Frustrated? Run. Bored? Run. It became a way for me to get my emotions out, and it brought me great joy. Sadly, that time in my life has come to an end, at least for now. What am I doing to replace that activity? Ole girl has turned into a yoga nut. Thanks to a family friend, she told me about a groupon for classes at a semi new yoga studio within walking distance from the market. I try and go twice a week, sometimes three if there is a class that looks interesting. I've always loved the quote, "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone", and while I'm incredibly flexible with my bones, going to an actual Yoga studio with a certified teacher is something I would never find myself doing. I am almost finished with my groupon, and sooner or later I have to have that dreaded talk with myself to see if I want to keep this up, sands groupon. If only Yoga Studios were free.

Last night I attended a class that looked interesting, but also challenging. I told myself that with all the stress with school that is building up, a 75 minute class with weights and exercise bands would be perfect... And then, this happened...

#BlondeMoment

Can we please just take a moment to stare in total awe of how gorgeous 22 year old BEST ACTRESS Jennifer Lawrence looked at the Academy Awards?

I'm not giving her a caption on this picture, that's how classic she is. I don't care how many times you've seen clips of her falling up the stairs to accept an Oscar for Best Actress in a leading role for Silver Linings Playbook. Jennifer Lawrence hails from the Derby city, and even attending high school within minutes from mi casa. She is the poster child for small town girl who doesn't let Hollywood get the best of her. She's not the go out and get drunk staying out until four in the morning type of person or constantly finding herself in the news for bad things. Following her speech, she went to face the media in the pool room where she was her total halarious self giving ridiculous answers while still trying to let the idea of winning an Oscar sink in. If you ever find your self bored on the Internet, YouTube Jennifer Lawrence. She is so witty, and so herself. My personal favorite? Her recent appearance on Conan O'Brien. Thank you Jennifer for being the wonderful Academy Award Winning Best Actress that you are. Whatever you are doing, keep doing it.

Finally, checking Facebook mid blog posting, I came across one of my friends statuses that summed up my current state of mood: "The problem is not the problem; the problem is your attitude about the problem." -Captain JackSparrow. -Sara-